He

He was another

He wasn’t like them

He couldn’t talk

Doesn’t matter where and when

He tried to show himself

He fall down and cried

Because all of problems,

Next day - he died.

Hate

We are sitting, and waiting

When will world just stop hating?

“To hate” what is mean? Oh god. Please see

Will hate forever on this world be?

Imagine

Can’t you see?

That you are,

Why are you?

Only an imagine for me.